DarkKingdom, a land shrouded in mystery and Majik. This is the story of a group of mages and warriors facing a great evil. When darkness shrouds the land, will these unlikely heroes be able to overcome their fear?

The Dark Mage stepped into Greenland. The only place in the Tundra that could be mistaken for the Plains, Greenland was a single square mile of space. The land was dominated by a large fortress, Pilliat, and home to varying wildlife. Rabbits, deer, wolves, foxes, walrus, puffins, and the odd mammoth. The mage crushed blooming flowers beneath his boot, not taking his eyes off of Pilliat. Steam rose from the mage's hands.

Arthur Hannigann was the self-proclaimed ruler of the Tundra. Arrogant and a coward, Arthur saw neither in himself. He saw a noble hero, as most with the former qualities do. Today, he was having his portrait done. as the artist flawlessly brushed Arthur's facial features, the Dark Mage walked in. Arthur's eyes diverted to the mage, and raised his finger. The artist stopped painting, as Arthur got up. He walked to the Dark Mage, who stood three inches taller than Arthur's six feet.